Geek Punditry #183: Sharing is Caring

A few days ago, my brother texted me a picture of a display in a bookstore, asking if I had ever heard of the books in question. The message didn’t go just to me, though, but to our family group chat, and before I had a chance to reply my wife chimed in with, “You’ve opened Pandora’s box.”

She wasn’t wrong. The display in question was of the books and merch from the Dungeon Crawler Carl series. 

Oh yeah, it’s back.

My brother doesn’t pay attention to the stuff that I post online, so I explained to him what I’ve been saying to you guys for several months now: Matt Dinniman’s Dungeon Crawler Carl series is a fantastic LitRPG, an engaging, exciting, hilarious, and remarkably well-crafted saga about a young man who survives an alien apocalypse and – along with his ex-girlfriend’s show cat Princess Donut the Queen Anne Chonk – is forced to fight for his life in the most twisted, violent, sadistic, and popular reality survival television series in the universe. I talked about those books here and on TikTok frequently while I was reading them, a quest that took less than two months to get through all eight massive volumes. My family apparently missed out on all of that, so take from that what you will.

Anyway, in the midst of this conversation my sister – who similarly had no idea that I became sincerely obsessed with this book back in April – said last year she mentioned to a co-worker that she listens to audiobooks on her commute to work, and DCC was immediately recommended to her. The DCC audiobooks, narrated by Jeff Hayes, have a massive fan base all of their own thanks to their high production values, the ease with which the story translates to an audio medium, and the fact that Hayes is really, really good as a narrator. Reportedly there were people who got upset at one point because Audible wasn’t crediting the narrator who provided the voices of the female characters, unaware that it was 100 percent Jeff. 

By the time the conversation had ended, my brother had taken the first book in the series to the checkout counter in the bookstore he was texting from and my sister had spent an Audible credit on the same book to listen on her drive to work. I am sitting off to the side, happy to know that I’ve helped bring more people into the Cult of Carl, and sincerely hoping that I am present the first time the two of them have a conversation about characters like Prepotente and Tserendolgor, because my brother won’t know how to pronounce their names and my sister won’t be able to figure out who he’s talking about by the spelling. 

You know you’d follow this guy into bee-yattle.

Which brings me to the point of this week’s column: I really love when I help other people find their way into the stories and fandoms I enjoy. Honestly, that’s one of the reasons I write things like this in the first place. If I enjoy something, I find it more enjoyable when I have people to share it with. So I write about why I love these things, I talk about what makes them so great to me, and I hope that in some small way I can help a few other people find their way to these things. I talk them up in real life too. My wife can attest to the fact that I have been none-too-subtlely trying to get her to read DCC as well, and although I often worry that I run the risk of hyping things too much, I know that if anybody on the planet can see and accept my childlike enthusiasm for what it is, it’s her. Plus, she’s the person I talk to more than anybody else, so I need her to know what I’m referencing when our son loses the remote control for the 13th time this week and I sputter, “You will not break me.”

It’s not like this with everybody. I’ve known people in the past who take it as a personal offense when something that they’ve enjoyed goes “mainstream.” It’s the nerd equivalent of the hipster who only likes obscure bands, then drops them as soon as they release a hit record. This attitude, this idea that if something has achieved recognition it has somehow become beneath you, is – I’m gonna be charitable here – bat-shittingly stupid. While it’s true that popularity is not a measure of quality, it’s not a red flag either. Bad things can be popular, sure. But there is still room in the universe for something that receives universal acceptance to also be a work of great value, not only in terms of sheer entertainment, but also informationally, emotionally, and spiritually.

Bluey, for example.

It’s been a minute since I used this as an example, cut me some slack.

Or Shakespeare. I go back to the Shakespeare well a lot, but that’s because it’s so all-pervasive in western society that the Bard usually provides an easy example, and also because Willie slaps. But people in the modern age tend to think of Shakespeare as some elevated, highbrow work of art, something that’s out of the reach of the common man. People in Shakespeare’s time, however, recognized his plays for what they were – awesome stories held together by decapitations, murder, and a level of sexual innuendo that makes RuPaul’s Drag Race look like Sesame Street. That’s WHY THEY’RE SO GOOD.

What’s more, if a fandom doesn’t grow, it dies. It’s not like Shakespeare was the only British playwright cranking out dramas at the turn of the 17th century, but he’s the only one that still exists in the public consciousness. Why? Because people keep sharing and talking about his work. He’s like My Little Pony in that way, among all the obvious others. Shakespeare – and all popular entertainment for that matter – only stays popular if it is shared. 

In the modern world, to be fair, there is a corporate element to popularity. The companies that control radio stations largely decide what the hit songs are going to be by virtue of deciding which ones will get the most airplay, and advertising can make you believe that you’re the only one who’s never watched a TV show. Every so often you’ll see, for instance, somebody on Facebook proclaim that they’re “part of the 1 percent of the population that’s never watched an episode of Game of Thrones.” That’s patently stupid, by the way – at the height of its popularity, Game of Thrones had approximately 44 million global viewers, which is staggeringly high, but it’s still at MOST about 12 to 13 percent of the population of just the United States. Even by the most generous metric, the MAJORITY of Americans have never watched it, so proclaiming that you haven’t doesn’t make you special, it just makes you a pretentious ass. On the other hand, the show DID become such a huge part of the national conversation for a while that it could FEEL as though everybody else was a fan, even if you weren’t.

But that kind of fame is fleeting. It lasts for a while, to be certain, but it doesn’t pass the test of time unless it garners actual fans, and fans who stick with it. If you’re old enough, you may remember back in 2011 when a girl named Rebecca Black was briefly the most popular thing in the world for her hit single “Friday.” You may also be realizing for the first time that you haven’t thought about her in 15 years. Reportedly, her parents paid a lot of money to have the track produced and dropped on YouTube, where it got pushed into popularity, but that popularity frittered away as quickly as it showed up. It’s a frequent pastime among people of a certain age to complain about modern entertainment and compare it to the “classics” of their formative years. The truth is, there was just as much crap back then as there is today, it’s just that the crap gets forgotten and only the stuff that actually builds an audience is remembered.

So if you’ve got a book series, a TV series, a comic book character, a movie, a band, or any other kind of entertainment that you love, it is in your best interest to see it become popular, lest it become forgotten. 

Half of you just thought, “Oh, HER.” The other half still have no clue.

Star Trek only exists today because of this. NBC cancelled the original series after only three seasons, and if the fandom had frozen at that point it would be just another footnote in television history. But the fans clung to it and kept it alive, and when it entered syndication it was introduced to new audiences that were never allowed to experience it the first time around. And there are plenty of other examples. When Charles Schulz launched Peanuts, it only appeared in SEVEN newspapers. Now, over a quarter-century after the strip was retired, Charlie Brown and Snoopy are still icons. Breaking Bad, one of the most acclaimed TV shows of all time, slummed it at the bottom of the ratings chart until it was added to Netflix. Cheers was on the verge of cancellation for the first few years of its existence until word grew and the show blew up into the cultural touchstone that it is.

And honestly, having other people to share things with is one of the things that makes fandom worthwhile. When I’m really into a book, a TV show, or a movie, I want to talk about it. That’s a lot easier if you’ve got other people who are into the same thing to talk TO. Otherwise, you’re just yapping into the wind, and apparently I do enough of that on a daily basis anyway.

Sure, there are toxic elements of any fandom. I’m not talking about those. People like that aren’t fans of anything, really, except for being assholes. I’m talking about people who actually love what they love, want to talk about those things that they love, and are looking for other people who appreciate those things. 

This is why you can’t be shy about the things you love. Wear that t-shirt, put the patch on your jacket, slap that bumper sticker on your car, and let everybody know how awesome your awesome things are. 

And if you want to talk more about Dungeon Crawler Carl, I’m right here. 

Blake M. Petit is a writer, teacher, and dad from Ama, Louisiana. His most recent writing project is the superhero adventure series Other People’s Heroes: Little Stars, volume one of which is now available on Amazon. He’s also started putting his LitReel videos on TikTok. Or Supergirl. He’ll talk about that, too.

Geek Punditry #181: Striking the Right Tone

There are some writers – writers I follow, writers I respect – who have the opinion that writer’s block is a myth. These writers – writers I follow, writers I respect – can take a flying leap. There are simply times when no matter how hard you try or how much you struggle, the capacity to create simply eludes you; the juice don’t flow. Now that’s not to say that there aren’t ways AROUND it. It’s absolutely possible to write while blocked, to turn out words and pages. Sometimes simply the act of doing so will be enough to break down the block. Other times you wind up with absolutely useless pages of garbage and fluff, which some people choose to base their entire careers on. And there are other tricks that you can use to lubricate the creative engine in your brain and get it moving again. The problem is that these tricks are highly individualized and what works for one person will not necessarily work for another – hell, they might not even work for the SAME person on a different day. All of this is to say that sometimes you may want really badly to write, but somehow not just be able to mentally kick down the door and get anything useful done.

I’ve had an idea percolating for some time now that I’ve struggled to get off the ground. I’ve got a few chapters written, but at some point I became arrested, realizing I didn’t know how to get the story from the beginning I’ve written to the ending I have in mind. So I put it on the increasingly-crowded back burner as I worked on other things, such as the editing on the last two books in the Little Stars trilogy (I swear, it’s coming, people). But not long ago, something happened that triggered my backburner idea, and it kind of started – as so many things do in this Year of Our Lord 2026 – with Dungeon Crawler Carl. I’ve mentioned before how much I enjoy writer Matt Dinniman’s post-apocalyptic LitRPG comedy/sci-fi/horror/adventure series, and the fact that I took down all eight extant books in about six weeks should be an indicator of just how MUCH I enjoy them.

Don’t worry, the column isn’t entirely about Carl this time.

What I didn’t anticipate, though, is that reading the adventures of Carl and Donut would send me on a different literary path, one that is paying surprising dividends with my own writing project. Without giving any spoilers about the series, one of the things that I like about Dinniman’s writing is the way he balances serious situations like life-or-death battles and intense interplanetary political maneuvering with extraordinarily funny characters and commentary. The things that are happening to Carl and company would be pretty horrific if it weren’t for the fact that the ways he and his friends respond to it are so funny. 

This is a balance I’ve always enjoyed. It reminds me, in a lot of ways, of movies like Ghostbusters. Think about that for a moment. If you strip it down to the bare bones of the plot, it has the skeleton of a horror movie: an ancient Sumerian deity begins raising the dead to terrorize the populace, feeding off of their terror, in a scheme to breach a portal into our reality and destroy the world. It wouldn’t be a comedy at all except that Peter Venkman is a deadpan snarker, Ray Stantz is a bit of a cloud cuckoolander, Egon Spengler is a mad scientist, and Louis Tully is a dork. I’ve written at length about the thin barrier between horror and comedy in the past. It’s one of my favorite balances in all of fiction, and it’s a balance that I often try to employ in my own writing.

Pictured: One of the funniest movies of the 80s.

When I finished the Carl books I experienced something that regular readers are very familiar with: that dreaded feeling of having completed a really good book (or series) and not knowing what to read next. I flailed about a bit, trying to find something that could scratch the itch I’d developed after nearly two months of plunging the dungeons with Carl, and I ultimately decided to go back to an old favorite: Terry Pratchett. Pratchett’s Discworld novels are a deeply humorous, satirical take on the fantasy genre – not exactly the same as Dinniman, but with a very similar tone to the kind of thing I’d been reading. This time out, I picked up the first of the novels to feature the witch Granny Weatherwax, Equal Rites, in which Granny takes under her wing a young girl with magical powers that suit her for a life of wizardry. The problem is that, by tradition, women can only become witches, and being a wizard is a job reserved for men.

The real magic trick was making this concept FUNNY.

When you talk about balancing humor with speculative fiction, Pratchett was one of the greatest to ever sit down in front of a keyboard. He was to fantasy what Douglas Adams was to science fiction, with the notable exception of Pratchett being far, far more prolific. I’ve still not read all of the Discworld books, but they’re on my preposterously long list. That said, as I was reading Equal Rites this time, it flipped some sort of switch in my brain. Things that had been dwelling in my mind as I read Dinniman’s books collided with observations from Pratchett, and I began to conceive of a new concept, a new character really. Somebody I found interesting, somebody I thought would be worth exploring, should I have the proper story for her.

Then I realized she was exactly what was missing from Project Backburner.

This story that I’ve been putting aside, looking for some sort of guide to move it along, suddenly has a guide. I think I know what to do now. I think I know how to play in this world and make something of it.

The upshot of all this is that this is one of the few things I’ve found that helps combat a severe block is immersion in something similar. I don’t mean that you should read stories with the same plot or the same elements – the story I have in mind doesn’t have any dungeons or alien invaders, nor are there any witches or wizards or girls trying to crack through a magical glass ceiling. There aren’t even any ghosts. (At least…I don’t think there are.) But the tone of these stories is a good match for what I’m trying to create, and spending time in these spaces has been a great deal of help in finding the pieces I need to turn my idea into an actual story. I’ve said this many times but it’s worth repeating: ideas are easy. The average person can have dozens of ideas a day, more if they uninstall TikTok. But having an idea is worthless unless you can figure out a creative and original way to USE that idea, which is a concept that people using generative AI will simply never understand.

“Well what’s the difference between a computer generating stuff based on existing stories and a writer drawing inspiration?” these dinks will say. It’s easy, friends. An algorithm is incapable of creating something new, it only spits out an amorphous blob created from the information fed into it. A human brain, on the other hand, will absolutely be inspired by what comes before it, but has the capacity to use that inspiration to create something original. Being inspired by Adams or Pratchett doesn’t mean you’re just repeating what they did, as gen AI does. It means that you want your own ideas and your own work to hit some of the same buttons as they did – that doesn’t require you to do it the same way.

I want my immersion to continue for a little while, I want to keep my brain marinating in this sort of tone while I continue to develop this new idea. After I finished Equal Rites I turned to Mostly Void, Partially Stars, the first of several volumes collecting the scripts from the Welcome to Night Vale podcast. This show, mostly written by Joseph Fink and Jeffrey Cranor, is also a horror/comedy blend, although this one trends a bit more towards existential dread. The little town of Night Vale is a world where – in the words of the creators – “all conspiracy theories are true.” The comedy and the horror in the show come from the same basic source, namely making the mundane bizarre and making the bizarre mundane. Next up I think I’ll return to the work of Christopher Moore, author of books like Practical Demonkeeping and Bloodsucking Fiends, who takes horror tropes and treats them in much the way that Pratchett treats fantasy and Adams treats science fiction.

The title is also an accurate description of my brain at any given moment.

All of these different writers and works I’ve mentioned are good at striking that balance – taking something that is not inherently played for humor and turning into a work that is as much comedy as it is the other thing it’s trying to be, whether that’s a gothic vampire saga, a fantasy epic, a chilling ghost story, or an apocalyptic adventure. And that’s what I’m looking for now, friends.

Recommendations.

Besides those writers I’ve already mentioned, besides the Dinnimans, Pratchetts, Adamses, and Moores, I’m looking for other writers who are good at striking this balance. The doors are open – who do you think is good at balancing comedy with something else? I need names. I need works. I need more fuel for the furnace. 

Hit me. 

Blake M. Petit is a writer, teacher, and dad from Ama, Louisiana. His most recent writing project is the superhero adventure series Other People’s Heroes: Little Stars, volume one of which is now available on Amazon. He’s also started putting his LitReel videos on TikTok. He might feel like watching Army of Darkness again too. Or Teen Wolf

Geek Punditry #171: You’ll Figure it Out On the Way

Recently, on the advice of – and this is a rough estimate so please forgive me if I leave somebody off this list – everybody, I picked up Matt Dinniman’s LitRPG novel Dungeon Crawler Carl. I’ve never read a LitRPG before, but a lot of people whose options I highly value told me over and over again what a great book this was and that I needed to check it out or watch my Geek Cred stats rapidly plummet. And I must concede, that first book really grabbed me.

My friends just know how wild I go over “crawling” fiction.

From what I can tell, LitRPG is a subgenre of sci-fi and fantasy in which the story emulates traits of a typical roleplaying game, including having the characters’ stats and levels prominently featured and even included in the plot. In the case of Dungeon Crawler Carl, these stats and levels come as Carl and his ex-girlfriend’s cat, Princess Donut, are forced to risk their lives over and over again in a massive global dungeon with the entirety of the human race – at least those who are still alive – hanging in the balance. If that doesn’t sound like a riot, I should remind you all that Douglas Adams chose to begin his Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy series by blowing up Earth, so an apocalyptic comedy is by no means unexplored territory. And Dinniman handles it extremely well. I admit, when I started reading the book I expected the conclusion of the Dungeon Crawler story to come by the end of the first volume, and I wondered what the follow-up would be that would extend the series to seven installments (so far, at least – the latest word is that the series will wrap up in volume ten). I was quite surprised, then, as I progressed through the novel and realized, at the pace we were going, there was no way in hell the story would be finished in one book, and Carl’s singular quest through the dungeons would, so it appears, be the entire series.

After reading some massive doorstoppers early this year, I was pleasantly surprised not only by how entertaining the adventures of Carl and Donut turned out to be, but also by just how quickly I whipped through the first novel. After spending the better part of a month on Stephen King’s It, I finished the first Carl book in less than a week. I informed some of my friends who recommended it to me in a group chat the day after I finished reading book one, and one of them told me that book eight is scheduled for release next month, May.

“I doubt I’ll make it through seven books by May,” I said.

“Yeah, you will,” he replied.

And damned if it’s not possible. When I picked up the second volume this week, I got through roughly a quarter of it in the first day, an almost unheard of chunk of novel in a modern era in which my valuable reading time is often stolen by such frivolous things as going to work, driving a car, and parenting. But I quickly noticed something unusual about the second book, Carl’s Doomsday Scenario. Most of the time, when you get to the second installment of a series, there’s a bit of an effort to restack the world for the audience – reminding them of things that happened in part one, re-explaining the rules of the world, and otherwise attempting to bring them up to speed in case there’s anybody just joining in for the first time. This is pretty common in fiction of all types. TV shows with serialized storylines will frequently begin with a “Previously on…” segment. Movie sequels will usually have some brief lip service where the characters recap the events of the first film, even if doing so makes little sense in context. Comic books make frequent use of flashbacks. 

The idea here is that there’s always the chance that there’s someone joining the audience NOW – somebody who has not seen the earlier episodes or read the earlier books, and therefore needs a little help so they don’t get lost. There was a point in the 80s when Jim Shooter, then Editor-In-Chief of Marvel Comics, issued a company-wide rule that every character be referred to by name when they first appeared in each issue, just to make sure a theoretical new reader could tell who’s who. The spirit of the policy made sense, but in terms of writing, this would often result in clunky panels with inorganic dialogue. This was never demonstrated better than the infamous “Mouseketeer Roll Call” Shooter himself wrote in the pages of Marvel’s first major crossover event, Secret Wars, when dozens of heroes and villains who had just been kidnapped and brought to the other end of the universe by a cosmic deity stopped the action, stood in a line, and identified themselves.

The Wasp and the Thing are at opposite ends, both of the panel, and in terms of the spectrum of humility.

Dinniman, however, makes absolutely zero attempt to recap the story for new readers. Although Carl’s Doomsday Scenario begins with a new Chapter One, it may as well have just continued the numbering from the previous book, because it picks up just seconds later and makes every presumption that the reader is up-to-date. It doesn’t recap part one, doesn’t explain the logic of this universe, and pretty much just goes on as if Dinniman is quite confident that anybody who is reading Doomsday Scenario will also have read Dungeon Crawler Carl, so why bother? It was temporarily jarring even for me, somebody who had just finished book one a week earlier, when Carl started getting messages from somebody named “Brandon” that had not been mentioned before in this book and I had to go back and remind myself who he was. 

I defy anybody to find evidence in this image that this book is a sequel. You can’t, can you? Because you’re too busy looking at the cat in the tiara, that’s why.

The style of storytelling in which a recap is expected…in some ways, it’s kind of a relic of a bygone era. It made a lot of sense in the days when a TV series aired one episode a week and if you missed it, you just missed it and hoped you could catch a rerun over the summer. In these days of binge-watching, when you can start a series from episode one no matter how many episodes have been made, and when the streaming service will roll right into the next episode after you finish it, it’s not nearly as important as it used to be. It’s still a little more necessary in other forms of storytelling, but not always. In movies like those in the Marvel Cinematic Universe – particularly the upcoming Avengers: Doomsday – we should expect a certain amount of recap because it’s unreasonable to presume every audience member will be intimately familiar with the details of the past three decades of Marvel movies and television, especially since the former Fox X-Men universe is being folded into the multiverse of the MCU. But James Gunn’s Superman launched a whole universe in the middle of a story and figured – correctly – that there was no need to go over Superman’s origin yet again because everybody should be familiar with it at this point. A few title cards at the very beginning told us everything we could possibly need to know.

But what about episodic storytelling like comic books? Shooter’s rule – even when it was executed poorly – made a lot of sense in an era where it was presumed that every issue was potentially somebody’s FIRST issue. Comic books aren’t really written that way anymore. Most series – even so-called “ongoing” series – are given a certain number of issues to tell a story (although this exact number is often undisclosed to the reader it is typically low – maybe five or six issues at a time). If the series sells well enough, it will be renewed for another number of issues, then another, until either it becomes unprofitable or the creative team finishes all of the stories they had planned. With this structure, even as comic book sales are on the rise, it’s reasonable to assume that the number of people jumping into a series on issue #8 is relatively slim. But we WANT new readers, so there has to be a way to make it accessible without alienating the existing audience.

And there is, and it’s a simple way. Marvel Comics have long had a policy of including a “previously” page at the beginning of each issue, recapping the story to date and showing headshots of the major characters. It serves the same purpose as Shooter’s old rule, but it’s not intrusive into the story itself. Somebody who hasn’t been reading along can use the page to get into the saddle, but faithful readers can easily skip it if they wish. It’s a sensible policy, and other publishers (DC included) have slowly gotten into the habit of incorporating similar pages in their own comic books, although I wish it would become more standard. 

I mean, without this page how would you ever know the Scarlet Witch is a witch?

With prose books, we’ve got an interesting sort of mix of possible readers. On the one hand, if somebody is an ebook reader, it would make little sense to begin in the middle of a series. If you’re browsing the Kindle store and a book sounds interesting, it’s usually labelled as something like “Book 2 in the Dungeon Crawler Carl series,” with a handy link to look at all the books in the series at once so you can get them all and start from the beginning. But for a print reader who gets these books browsing a brick-and-mortar store, it’s not always as clear. Not every series is clearly labeled as such on the cover, and even if it is, there can’t always be a 100 percent guarantee that the store will have the earlier volumes in stock on the day you pick up volume three while you’re casually browsing. 

Many of us have fallen victim to this at some point or another. Back in middle school I was poking through the shelves at our Scholastic Book Fair (if you’re someone that just got a little thrill of excitement at those words, you are my kinda people) when I saw a book with the fascinating title The Restaurant at the End of the Universe. I picked it up and I read the back cover, and it sounded interesting. So I bought the book, brought it home, devoured it, loved it…and THEN I discovered that it was actually the sequel to a novel called Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy. Had I noticed that parts of it were a little confusing the first time I read it? Sure. But my seventh-grade self already was aware that there were jokes and references I didn’t quite understand (I did not have an encyclopedic knowledge of British politics and popular culture circa 1980, believe it or not), so when there seemed to be something missing I assumed that gaps in my knowledge could be attributed to that, rather than the fact that I’d skipped an entire book.

And even if I DID notice, based on this cover, I would have thought the book I missed was Dirk Gently’s Holistic Detective Agency.

In Dinniman’s case, the lack of recap makes more sense when you learn that the series originated on the online platform Royal Road, which allows writers to serialize their fiction. The Carl series was not originally written in book form, but in this more episodic format, and when the decision was made to publish it as a book series Dinniman basically chose where to end each volume based on a point where a logical pause happened rather than necessarily having it planned out as a ten-volume series. That kind of planning seems to have crept in later, as the book went from a popular online fic to a publishing juggernaut, but it wasn’t baked in from the beginning, and the book version reflects this. 

(Personal side-note: I’d never heard of Royal Road before I began digging into the backstory of Dungeon Crawler Carl and I feel the need to look deeper into this system. I’ve been thinking about looking for a new way to serialize my own work ever since the demise of Kindle Vella, and this seems like a far more stable outlet.)

The recap thing is a trope in storytelling, and although I can understand why it may be frustrating for people who are devoted followers of a particular series, I don’t think it’s a bad thing. It serves a purpose, and if it allows a story to be opened up to a larger potential audience, that’s a net positive. It just needs to be done in an unobtrusive way. “Previously” pages in comics or even in novels are a good way to do it, and although lacking one doesn’t hurt anyone’s enjoyment of the series at all, I’m surprised that Dinniman didn’t include one in Doomsday Scenario.

At the very least, publishers, make it damn clear on the cover or spine of a book if it’s part of a series. Numbers are your friends.

Blake M. Petit is a writer, teacher, and dad from Ama, Louisiana. His most recent writing project is the superhero adventure series Other People’s Heroes: Little Stars, volume one of which is now available on Amazon. He’s also started putting his LitReel videos on TikTok. Seriously, go read the first part of Little Stars, because he’s working on polishing part two. He needs people to stare at him and ask him when it will be finished.